Character

I am but a young man Nothing like a saint Everybody telling me to paint my face If I was you, I don't know what I'd do Hope I'd help myself try to see me through If the painting isn't centered Shave the frame Only the bad decisions Get the fame Compassion bled out One to five, rate it Spitting out my name, baby Say it don't spray it Capsized chest, aluminum vest Lining up the people Premeditated arrest If the painting isn't centered Shave the frame Only the bad decisions Get the fame Welcome to the dream We crawled in through the seam Now we eat from the tree And we drink from the stream Milk and honey flow From cracks in the ground Just don't wake the neighbors No, do not make a sound If the painting isn't centered Shave the frame Only the bad decisions Get the fame